Chapter 214

Hercules opened his eyes, his eyes filled with divine light, as if he had been asleep for a long time and looked confused.

"Hydra... Why did the immortal snake that I killed in Argolis appear again? Could it be that you want me to recreate the myth of the past? However... the trials that have been completed, even if they are heavy It doesn’t make any sense now.”

He stood there quietly, exuding an astonishing sense of presence, as if he was the center of the world.

So much so that Arturia found him effortlessly.

Feeling the other person's aura from a distance was not so clear. It was not until she caught the other person's figure with her eyes at close range that Arturia was able to confirm it.

"This is probably the strongest existence I have encountered since I came to this world."

The disobedient Nuada, the disobedient Saint George, the disobedient Siegfried and the Marquis Vauban, etc... should all be weaker than the ones in front of them.

However, logically speaking, God-killers should be weaker than the God of Disobedience... The most special thing about God-killers is that they can always seize the slightest chance of victory and defeat opponents who are far more powerful than themselves.

Arturia walked slowly towards the disobedient Hercules, her feet stepping on the water as smoothly as stepping on the earth.

The inverted holy sword was already in his hand, and the armor wrapped with the black flame of the curse replaced the modern clothes. The fighting spirit that kept emerging with his footsteps made Hercules look slightly sideways.

"It seems that you used Hydra to summon me."

"So to speak."

While the fighting spirit continued to rise, Artoria's eyes and tone gradually became cold, and only the fierce murderous intention dyed the sea and sky into blood.

"Do I need a reason to fight? Or do I need to give you some time to react?"

It was a hot summer day, but there was a slight chill in the sea breeze.

The thick murderous intent created an illusion, the rotten smell of blood and bones filled the sea breeze, dark mud replaced the blue sea, and deep blood clouds blocked the sun's rays.

However... Heracles will never be swayed by this murderous intention.

After going through many trials, his will and spirit have become as firm as steel that has been tempered a hundred times.

"No need... let's get started."

385

Chapter 385 Let me praise you.

When the roar that was about to shatter the sky sounded.

Just like the miracle of Moses dividing the sea, the boundless sea was divided to both sides.

Arturia steps on the void and grows lotus flowers step by step, her figure is hard to catch and looks like a ghost.

I saw her leaving an afterimage on the spot, but her real body came to Hercules' side in an instant. With a wave of her arm, there were three sword lights, slashing at Hercules' thigh, wrist and neck respectively.

Hercules' weapon was a club, and the strong wind generated by swinging it could separate the sea and the clouds.

Even though Artoria's sword light was approaching, there was still no trace of panic on his resolute face.

God-level martial arts appeared here. Hercules dodged the sword strike on his neck, used his stick to sweep away the sword light that hit his wrist, and then followed up with a powerful and heavy kick to knock out the last sword strike. open.

The extremely pure violence made Artoria freeze for a moment.

The next moment, the sweep from Hercules was in front of him.

"Bang!"

The aftermath of the collision created a tsunami, and tens of millions of tons of seawater turned into water droplets and were scattered in all directions, and a heavy rain fell in an instant.

In the center of the battlefield, the stick and the holy sword were in contact. The petite woman and the strong man looked at each other across the weapons.

Hercules' club was made from trees in the forest when he was searching for the Nemean Lion. It was not an artifact made or given by a god. It should be in harmony with Artoria's Holy Sword of the Stars. It shattered into sawdust at the moment of collision.

However, after Heracles became a god, the club became a symbol of his deity.

Although Hercules learned all kinds of martial arts, he was the most comfortable with clubs and bows.

Powerful enough to move mountains and shake the sky acted on the holy sword raised by Arturia.

Artoria's expression showed some struggle, as if she was making some kind of choice.

Until...a certain moment.

On the battlefield, the wind suddenly blew.

At first it was like a gentle breeze blowing through the green fields, but soon it turned into a scorching gale.

The huge and unimaginable power of the curse turned into an impact, knocking back Heracles' majestic body.

Although it was shaken, Hercules' stone-carved body showed no trace of scars. Its hardness had long surpassed that of steel. Even without weapons, Hercules could kill giant dragons and lions just by relying on his hardened body. .

He straightened his spine and looked at Arturia in the hurricane from a distance with his eyes shining with divine brilliance.

"Have you given up?"

"Ah, I give up... In terms of pure strength, I would like to call you the strongest."

Since just now, the two have been competing in physical abilities and martial arts skills.

Arturia surpassed Hercules in speed and was slightly better in martial arts, but she completely lost in terms of strength.

Although they looked evenly matched during the wrestling match, in reality...

"Did you hold back just now?"

Seeing the other party facing the question with silence, the expression on Artoria's face became increasingly ugly.

"boom!"

The dark magic power surged straight into the sky.

Covered in dark aura, blood-red veins full of ominous aura climbed up Artoria's cheeks. Artoria, exuding a terrifying aura, was like an evil ghost crawling out of hell.

"I'm not going to compete with you now... I'll just crush you into worthless dust."

Hercules slowly widened his eyes, and the next moment, the torrent of black light hit him directly.

A large amount of white mist suddenly rose from the sea.

Among the surging high-temperature water vapor, the figure of Hercules flew out.

Black Flame's sword pressure followed closely behind, like a jackal biting its prey and not letting go.

"O Nemean Lion! Grant me invulnerability and invulnerability!"

Hercules' first trial was to defeat a golden lion.

Legend has it that the lion's fur was invulnerable and no weapon could harm it, and it was finally strangled to death by Hercules' bare hands.

Hercules used the lion's paw to cut its fur open and covered his body with the fur, which later protected him from vicious attacks many times.

Even though Hephaestus, the god of fire, later gave him greaves made of orichalcum, and Athena gave him a breastplate of gold, the lion's fur was still Hercules' most trusted armor.

With his words moving, Hercules punched the sword fiercely.

The terrifying force exploded, and the sword that seemed to burn the sea was completely shattered by Hercules' punch, which also dispersed a large amount of water mist.

The obscured vision gradually recovered, revealing the speeding black fireball.

Arturia turned into a flaming meteor and slammed into Hercules' body. Even Hercules could not ignore the long-awaited impact.

Clenching his teeth, Hercules was pushed and spoke his words again.

"O bull of Crete! Show your invincible strength! Defeat all obstacles!"

The seventh trial of Heracles was to subdue a mad bull.

Legend has it that King Minos of Crete promised Poseidon, the god of the sea, that he would sacrifice the first animal that appeared in the sea to him. Poseidon was moved by his sincerity and let a strong white bull appear on the sea.

However, because Crete liked this bull so much, he chose to break his promise and sacrificed another bull to Poseidon, which made Poseidon furious and made the white bull go crazy until Hercules appeared and used his absolute power to destroy the bull. His strength subdued the raging bull.

After reciting the words, Hercules, who was already very tall and majestic, grew a little taller, and a milky white light enveloped his whole body.

"drink--!"

With an angry shout, Hercules' retreat was stopped, and he directly extended his hand into the high-temperature black flames that could burn the sea.

The next moment, an incredible scene occurred.

The rolling black flames were like a piece of cloth that was torn apart by Hercules. After tearing apart the curtain of black flames, Heracles grabbed Artoria's sword with one hand. Holding the stick tightly with the other hand, he smashed it down with all his strength.

"Bang!"

The black flames shattered.

The stick hit Artoria firmly on the shoulder, and the released energy shook the surrounding seawater into the sky, rolling up thousands of huge waves.

Because of the angle, Hercules couldn't clearly see Artoria's face, which was hidden by her bangs.

Then, Artoria's deep voice sounded in his ears.

"Hmph! It was indeed a very powerful blow... Let me give you a compliment."

The next moment, the sword held tightly by Hercules suddenly burst out with hot black fire.

The flames illuminated Hercules' horrified expression. He immediately let go of his left hand and smashed out the club held in his right hand again.

However, Artoria's slashes were faster than his.

The last come first!

"Be reduced to ashes in mourning!"

The black flame's slash turned into a huge black waning moon, erupting with terrifying power that burned the sky and boiled the sea.

386

Chapter 386 This is the day to defeat the gods.

Surprised, surprised, confused, confused.

On the edge of the beach of a small island, Hercules lay quietly. As the tide rose and fell, the water kept covering half of his body and then receding.

He reached out and touched his chest.

I saw a scorched black and ferocious slash mark on his chest, which looked so thrilling.

On that perfect body that seemed to have been carefully carved by God, this slash mark was so dazzling.

"I was actually...injured?"

Hercules couldn't believe it.

If he was injured during a hand-to-hand fight, he would at most be surprised by the opponent's strength.

But...the wounds on his body were cut with swords and weapons.

Hercules stood up slowly, his majestic eyes looking directly at Arturia who was walking on the waves.

"What is that sword of yours?"

"Why does it hurt me?"

Stopping in front of Hercules, Artoria asked.

"Is it hard to hurt you?"

"I have the protection of the Nemean Lion of the First Trial. No weapons made by humans, gods, etc. can hurt my body... Why can your sword ignore my protection?"

Hercules' eyes were fixed on the sword in Arturia's hand, deeply puzzled.

After Hercules' explanation, Artoria showed an expression of sudden realization.

"So that's it. No weapons made by humans or gods can hurt you? In other words, the best way is to imitate what you did in the myth and defeat you with bare hands, right?"

"But my sword was neither forged by human wisdom nor by the power of gods. It was bred inside this planet and forged to defeat the foreign enemies who attempted to destroy the stars. It is the holy sword of the stars that can repel all evil."

"Your invulnerability is useless in front of my holy sword of the stars."

Although the holy sword turned around with its owner, the golden light that originally gave birth to hope turned into a dark light that devoured hope, but it was still the holy sword of the stars.

Hercules' power could reject all human wisdom and the power of gods, but it could not cover up the brilliance of the stars.

Hercules sat on the beach with his hands on his knees.

"It seems that you are not exaggerating... the holy sword made of stars..."

Hercules let out a long breath and stood up from the beach.

The sky was clear, and the clouds had long been blown away in the aftermath of the battle between the gods.